Julia 1984 Book Novels & Stories

Julia POV Standing in front of the door, I was still debating with myself if I had to do it or not, but I had already said yes to Raul, so I couldn’t possibly step back. I took a drink and drowned it down my throat in one go as the alcohol went inside my empty stomach, giving me a little courage to face those old hags in the room. I knocked on the door and stepped inside, only to see that there wasn't an old hag, but my eyes met the impeccable silhouette of the man, sitting on the black leather sofa in the reddish light surrounded by the other four men.

Julia shook her head as she stepped closer to me. “How could I? If I had trusted with all my heart, wouldn't I have died out of Helena’s betrayal. My inability to trust fully has made me survive until this day.” I answered. Julia had no combat abilities so it would have been easy taking care of her, however, who knows what they had modified in her? Did she take the substance as well?

“What do you want to do if you go to school? Do you think you will succeed in life? My daughters deserve good things. They have a bright future and you will live your whole life being a slave to them!” The house was big and had eight rooms, excluding the kitchen and toilets, but she slept in the boys’ cutter at the backyard, where they threw garbage, and her night partner were trashes in the room, because that’s where they threw spoiled things. Anita made her did the house chores that were more than her age until she got used to it. They barely feed or clothe her. She wore the clothes that Anya threw away as rags. She barely ate two times a day. She only did it when no one was at home. And i

I wanted to say something but I couldn’t get any words out. “Mom, she needs to eat. She hasn’t eaten since I found her. the only thing in her stomach is the vitamins that Helen has been injecting in her.” Hillan once again came to my rescue. I bowed in greeting as Hillan pulled me with him. we paused Julia who was seated in front of her laptop and typing away. I wonder what kind of job she does. “She is a writer. She writes the steamiest romance books,”

When they finally released each other, Julia lowered her gaze, her voice quiet but firm. “No, Sheldon,” she said softly. “You don’t owe me anything. I owe you and Mum and Dad an apology. I shouldn’t have gone back to the Reynolds. I should’ve known better.” Sheldon looked at her, his eyes full of sadness and guilt. “Julia…” But she didn’t let him continue. She shook her head and smiled faintly. “I left the people who truly loved me, thinking blood meant loyalty. But I was wrong.” ********************* Sixteen years ago, when she was just three, Julia wasn’t a Reynolds at all. She was just a quiet girl from the orphanage, thin and shy, but with eyes that carried warmth.

Instead, he reached out, his warm hand coming down to rest flat against my stomach, pressing through the layers of silk. The heat of his palm sent an electric shiver straight through my soul, mirroring the phantom sensations of Room 404. "I didn't claim you to save a stock price, little bird," Julian murmured, as he leaned down, his lips brushing the edge of my ear. "I claimed you because what happened in Room 404 was never a mistake. I spent three months ripping this country apart looking for the woman who left my bed at dawn. I never expected her to be delivered to my altar wrapped in her sister's veil."

That is victory enough for now. Julia's fingers brushed the cold stone wall as she passed the library. Through the cracks in the doorway, she glimpsed Alan seated at the desk, his posture rigid, amber eyes staring into the dark void of the fire. His jaw was tight. Hands clenching and unclenching.

Hope screamed as she was flattened into a magnetic signal. The young Julian and Clara touched hands. The world turned Emerald. But as the story "Reset" to Chapter One, a new figure walked into the library. It was Luc, the Liquidator Son, wearing a sharp 21st-century suit. He looked at the "History" section and picked up a book. "The Audit is just beginning, sister," Luc whispered into the static of the tape. "And this time... I’m the one who writes the Happy Ending."

Juliana finally could only nod her head, the woman quickly approached Isaac and helped Isaac choose a book instead of standing next to William who instead offered more books to Juliana than to Ishak. ••• To be continued...

Dream of better choices. Julia stared at the messages, heart pounding. She should show Kate. Should report this to campus security. Should do something other than sitting frozen in her bed, terrified and confused. But something stopped her. Something about the messages felt familiar. The confidence. The possessiveness. The certainty. She thought back to Voltage. To dark eyes watching from VIP. To a dangerous smile that had promised absolutely everything. Don Massimo. It couldn't be. Why would someone like him—powerful, wealthy, connected—be texting a nobody college student? But even as she tried to rationalize it away, Julia knew. The hunt had begun. And she was the prey. ---